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That's that shit you like to talk
I just wanna be on my Michael
On your face while I moonwalk
I don't millie rock on that block
I just really rock with them stocks
Cop that real estate on that block
Pass that down to all my kin folk
See, that's running shit, no funny shit
That top floor in that summer pent-house
Put a beachfront under it
And I'm only rapping for the fun of it
I'm chasing summer all year long
I'm catching waves, that Billabong
That funk wave and my synth is strong
You say the greatest I've been involved
I can rap sweeter than a Cinnabon
Still go harder than your monologues
With a ginger beer in my other palm
I might turn this shit into a molotov
I’m Not Tryna Ruin Your Fun
But Cook Me Burgers With Cheese
Oh Please, I’m Begging You Gene
Cause I Can’t Rely On Louise
No, She’s Too Mean
And I Don’t Care About Pesto
No, I’m Not Green
If You See Me Out In Quahog Say Hi
But If You Meet Me At The Clam
I’m A Talkative Guy
Maybe We’ll Talk Over Beers
And Remember The Time
And We Know Even At My Lois
I’m A Family Guy
Yeah, A Lot Of White Boys
Do Impressions Of Me
And You Always See My Clips On Your FYP
But That Algorithm’s
Always Tryna Censor Me
They’re Even Worse Than
The Fellas At The FCC
Next Day I’m Walking To Moe’s
Choked A Boy, It’s My Fault
My Life Was Comedy Gold
But Now It’s Just Getting Old
I Look Deep Down In My Heart
Know I Should Be Home With Marge
But Work Is Just Getting Hard
With Mr. Burns Still In Charge
I Wanna Wake Up And Say
Good Morning, USA
But I Can’t Get Out Of Bed
It’s Comfy Here Anyway
I Think Of Hayley And Steve
What Will I Do When They Leave?
At Least There’s Francine And Klaus
But Roger’s Still In My House
I don't really wanna go
I don't really wanna stay
But I really hope and pray
Can we get it together?
Get it together
Mustard on the beat, hoe
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty
All this designer on my body got me drip, drip, ayy
Straight up out the Yajects, I'm a big Crip
If I got a pint of lean, I'ma sip, sip
I run the racks up with my queen like London and Nip
But I got rich on all these niggas, I didn't forget, back
I had to go through the struggle, I didn't forget that
I hop inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back
These bitches know me now 'cause I got them big racks
'Cause I'm gettin' money now, I know you heard that
Young nigga on the corner, bitch, I had to serve crack
Uncle fronted me some P's, had to get them birds back
We came up on dirty money, I gave it a birdbath
Cut off the brain and I give my bitch a new coupe
Either you frontin' y'all gang or you're SuWoop
Got a New Orleans bitch, and man, that pussy voodoo
And I'm that nigga now, who knew?
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm balin'
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty
I been wakin' up to get the money, woah, woah
Got a bad bitch, her ass tatted, woah, woah
Givenchy to my toes, two twins, I'm fuckin' 'em both
I put in a new AP, the water like a boat
I was down bad on my dick, where was you niggas at?
I know you turned your back on me just to get some racks
I see you swerve back, 'cause I'm in the black 'Bach
New diamonds on me, fuck a flash, this ain't Snapchat
'Cause I been gettin' paid
Yellow diamonds on me look like lemonade
Grab my baby, mama that new Bentayga
Tryna get the dojo like a sensei, yeah
Rolls Royce umbrellas when I'm in the rain
I just mind my business
I got brothers that did the time, I ain't kiddin'
All these rappers just talk about it, I live it
Goin' up, I ain't got no sky limit, yeah, yeah, yeah
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my niggas got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a nigga can't answer calls 'cause I'm balin'
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
I was broke, now I'm rich, these niggas salty
I, ayy, yeah
I've been ballin', lil' nigga
Now watch me ball on these niggas
Yeah, now watch me ball on these niggas, yeah
Now watch me ball on these niggas
Now watch me ball on these niggas, yeah, yeah
¡Oh! la que se avecina, vecina
¡Oh! ¡la que se avecina!
Se acabó la discoteca
ahora pago la hipoteca
tengo piso nueva construcción
lo he pagado sobre plano
¡está mal alicatado!
¡¡bienvenido a la urbanización!!
¡Oh! ¡la que se avecina!
usted invierta en casas
de 100 metros con terraza
¡todo puede pasar! ¡déjenme descansar!
¡"Welcome to Montepinar"!
Atrapado en la comunidad
ahora solo sueño en escapar
en el vecindario no hay
un solo día normal
atrapado en la comunidad
un millón de letras por pagar
¡pasen y disfruten
vendo piso en Montepinar!
¡Oh! la que se avecina, vecina
¡Oh! ¡la que se avecina!
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